I push the white door open and enter his apartment. The familiar scent of ocean scented candles and cigarettes fill my nose. A smell so foreign but feels like home. I make my way down the long boring hallway, searching for him.
There he is with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Typical.
He's looking out of the window, peering at the city down below him.
I lay my hand on the back of his baby blue sweater, he slightly turns to look at me, puffing the smoke out of his mouth, only for it to enter my lungs.
"Gray, you have to quit this, it's a bad habit."
"Babygirl, when I think to quit smoking, I need a cigarette to think."
I roll my eyes and exit the room.
He's always doing things to hurt him and they end up effecting me as well.
I fell like I'm the only one in this relationship that's trying to make it work, it almost feels as if it's turning into a toxic relationship.
I open up the old white door and exit the apartment.
I exhale the smoke and put out the burning cigarette
I am now free.
